Saturday, April 2, 2011

Pleaching For Shelter

Where time
Expands space,
We touched
Hands, joined ways,
And to that
Touch entrusted
All our days.


  1. I love this one even though it has no accompanying image. But "planching" always brings up "quincunx" and thus makes a picture. And I see I'm commenting just fifteen minutes after you posted it! Good morning!

  2. The image I see in my mind with these words is Michelangelo's The Creation of Adam. I guess I just have a vivid mind. Maybe this isn't what you had in mind, I don't know. I love the words and the image they evoke.


  3. Thank you, Michelle, for reading my poem. "The Creation Of Adam" is precisely what I had in mind, among other images. In gardening, pleaching is done for stability, and when living things touch, aid each other --human, animal, plant-- in their progress, they are more responsive to what the universe is trying to make of them. Pleaching for shelter is much like a similar word, planching, that Willie suggested --a process testered or protected. Quincunx is the X-shaped support scheme for both. How ever we arrive at it, the choice to be good to one another invites us to reinforce that original touch.